This is a song about "I ll beat the shit out of your"

I spit bullshit out of the aux in your stereo

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

So i guess i smoke to the beat and shit

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Your rhymes are all whack, there so shit you must of pulled em out of your crack,

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Can't win with a passive attack

Then i let the beat ride out like that,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

I'll beat you any day of the week with rhymes, comebacks, and shit i proclaim.

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame